I NEED A HAIRCUT

Have you ever heard of stripper hair? Well, apparently that's what I've got. It's long - my ponytail hits mid-back - all one length and starting to get stringy. A friend of mine works with women who are trying to get out of "the business" and she tells me in a tough love kind of way that I look like one of her clients. Nice.

I'm so frikin' tired lately. I've been going to bed around 9:30 (which means it's WAY past my bedtime right now) and when my alarm goes off at 6am, I can barely open my eyes. It must be massage therapy time.

I just found out that my female coworker plays for both teams. That's cool, I don't care which side you're on as long as you know how to play the game. Because you know, that's all it is, is a game.

Speaking of game, I got a little lip-action from a bartender friend of mine. Actually, he isn't a friend so much as he is my bartender. We've been flirting for awhile, and the other night he gave me a smacker, right smack on the mouth, as he bear-hugged me good-bye. To my surprise, he did it again on Monday. The down side to all this? He isn't what I would call "potential" (not to be confused with someone "having potential"). And on top of that, I still don't get free drinks. hm. If I'm not going to date you, or tear your clothes off and at the very least do fun & nasty things to you, don't give me smackers if you aren't going to give me free drinks.

Oh, who am I kidding, I've only had sex once in the last year, he can "smack" me all he wants!

Don't let the pretty face and the absolutely adorable sleeping position fool you. . . she draws blood as she attacks my feet when I walk.